Out of Bounds: To wear or not to wear (neon spandex)

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A week ago, I thought spring was just around the corner and it was time to dust off my boating, fly fishing, climbing, and golf gear. I was ready for summer activities to start up and to start working on my tan when Ullr made a last ditch effort to dump some snow in our mountains and provide some powder days for all of us. And be it far from me to turn my back on almost 3 feet of fresh.

My new editor, who I am extremely excited and happy to be working with, has been cracking the whip on me to actually work, so I didn't get to take a powder day on Monday or Tuesday, though I did chat with some people who did get to go out and hit the 2 feet of deep.

Lindsey Kersten, who works at Carvers in Winter Park, was able to take a break from dishin' up delicious breakfasts to go make laps on the Challenger chair after the storm hit. Her day of tracking Trestle and bombing Cannonball "was awesome," she simply said.

The Panoramic lift stayed closed for two days after the storm started, so whoever made it up that lift first was one of the luckiest dudes or dudettes in the county.

While resorts around Colorado have extended their seasons to make use of the new snow, Winter Park's closing seems to have been planned around one of the best dumps of the season.

The snow might be wet and heavy, but somehow I find it hard to believe that anyone is going to be upset about getting this amount of moisture.

The new snow brought the Upper Colorado Basin up to 97 percent of our normal snowpack (woot woot!), which I'm sure our fire protection districts in the county are graciously accepting. Though I don't want to jump the gun and say we are out of the woods for wildfire season, a week ago our snowpack was at 76 percent of normal as a comparison.

That 97 percent number should grant us runoff for the boating season. I have already knocked the cobwebs out of my kayak, removed all of the empty drink cans I had stuffed in the back, and tried my best to get all the sand out of my dry top and booties, so I am ready to get wet.

Speaking of getting wet, I am signed up for the Spring Splash this weekend and am getting my best gaper gear together for the event. I don't mean to brag, but over the past few years I have collected quite a complete wardrobe of neon colored spandex and other gaper accessories, I am still on the hunt for a stylin' one piece though.

Now, I know a young man in neon spandex can be the cat's meow to the ladies, but I think this year I might go for something a little more conservative. I was thinking about busting out my only dress suit, but then I realized my mother's wrath for ruining my only suit during Spring Splash would be swift and merciless.

I will be the guy wearing the tie that looks like it belongs at a high school prom, which, incidentally, was the last place I wore a tie. If only I can remember how to tie the damned thing.

Regardless of what I will be wearing at Spring Splash, I hope I don't injure myself or anyone in the audience when I make my attempt to skim the ol' pond.